“Sonnet—Summer” by William Alexander
From Godey’s Lady’s Book, August 1849, pg. 101.
When sighing Summer softly holds her reign,
Attended by tranquility and peace;
The fields are yellow with the golden grain,
And fruitful Earth yields up her full increase—
Now purple Morning, soon, awakes to see
The reaper haste on labor’s early way;
Mild Evening gilds with lingering light each tree;
While weary warblers sing their parting lay—
Yet, though all nature fills me with delight,
I think—how strange that Spring should disappear;
That summer pleasures, too, but reach their height;
And Autumn’s fading mornings “dim” the year—
How calm, how cloudless, hath now pass’d away
Our childhood’s happy summer holiday.